What do you think they should do now? -Sunshine <3
|Micah’s Point Of View| There is a knock on the door, and I walk to see who it is. I open it to find maid Pamela there, looking like she had worked all day. "Princess Zoey is expecting you," she says. "I thought Princess was busy," I say. "She is. She was. For the last three days. She had several meetings with some officers, and they were a mess." "Messy... as in?" She sighs, "It's weird and unfair, alright? The officers didn't take her seriously. She's a royal, yeah, a princess, yeah, but you get it... It's all about class and rank in this world." "God. How bad was it?" I ask, quickly taking out the door's key and walking out with her. I lock the door from outside. "So bad... Whatever Princess said, they had something against it. Her highness was trying to discuss about the shortage of clean water in two districts, but the officers were saying this and that on how it's only a small issue." "What bullshit," I mumble. "Exactly. It was quite a war zone. There wasn't anyone to t
|Micah’s Point Of View| "It's been a while since I stepped out of the palace." Princess Zoey exclaims as soon as our feet touch the outside ground of the palace. "I could say the same. It's been a while." I reply. She looks at me and smiles. "Any idea where we can grab a horse?" she asks. "We can borrow one from a stable." "Oah, okay. Then lead the way." So I lead the way. Though I am unfamiliar with the surroundings, since it isn't my village, I know just where to find what I want. Because I've been to many districts, I have an idea. After walking around half a mile, we find a stable. I ask Princess to stay outside and I go inside with a few bronze coins. I talk with the owner and ask for two horses. He immediately asks his worker to release two after I make the payment. I meet Princess outside with the two horses after a few minutes. "That was soon," she comments. "I know magic." I make a proud comment about myself. "Of course you do." she chooses a horse and pats its back.
|Princess Zoey’s Point Of View| I giggle to myself as I calculate the last few numbers. I add them up and look at the next numbers, blushing instantly. Pamela sighs deeply as if she's tired of something. So I look at her only to find her already staring at me. "Anything in my face?" I ask, puzzled. "Thinking about that baker boy, twenty-four hours. That's something to be concerned about." she sighs. "Your highness should concentrate on work for now because you just missed a number here." she points out. "Oh..." I quickly add that number. "Micah is getting into my head. He's running in my head all the time." I shake my head, muttering the words. "I can see that. I bet now your highness knows what it ACTUALLY feels like to fall for someone." she smiles. "Fall for someone... Have I?" I ask, keeping my writing brush aside. "Obviously. I didn’t see your highness being like this when you were with... Prince Patrick." she chuckles. "Good riddance." "Shit. I almost forgot I had an ex l
|Princess Zoey’s Point Of View| Micah and I leave from the back gate of the palace, and I am wearing commoner clothes similar to his. We have a clothes bag in our hands and a bunch of bronze coins with us. It's really early in the morning, so it's cold outside. I suggest to Micah that we get a lift from someone who goes on a cart, or else the journey on horseback would be tiring. He takes my request to heart and somehow manages to lure an older man for a ride in exchange for some coins. So we get on the cart, which has only a tiny space as he's delivering some goods. We jam in together and sit so close. I have never been on a cart (only carriages). So I hold on to Micah as if my life depends on it, or else I would fly out of the cart. He chuckles at my actions and hugs me back securely so that I relax and fall asleep in no time. I only wake up when we are near our destination. And I am hungry! I tug at Micah's sleeves and admit that I am hungry. He takes out some food from the bag
|Princess Zoey’s Point Of View| It turns out to be better than I thought. Micah's mother and I talk till it's time for lunch, and Micah and his father come right on time. We have lunch together, talking about this and that, and I feel myself warming up to them. Since we have a few hours after lunch, Micah takes me outside. He doesn't take me to the village because it won't be good to be seen by other people as he's supposed to be a prisoner. So he takes me to the nearby forest that is so out of my taste, but after walking a bit, I start loving how new it feels. I thought it would only be walking around, but my eyes shine when I see a waterfall ahead of us. "We can't swim, but we can sit here." he clears out a small rock for me and ask me to sit down. He sits beside me, and we enjoy the water for a while. "You never swim here?" I ask. "I do. The current is bad today. See, the water turns into mist there, and fish have gathered by that calm area." he points out, and I see a bunch o
|Micah’s Point Of View| I touch her milky white skin, and I feel myself losing control. I want her right away, but I know I have to control myself. Even though she said that I shouldn't be gentle with her, I know I cannot act recklessly. I pull her for another kiss feeling the heavenly taste of her. I kiss her deeply, invading her mouth and mixing my saliva with hers. I only break the kiss once she's breathless. Then under her watchful eyes, I remove her pants which are the only cloth she has on her body. I pull them down, and she immediately covers herself in shyness. "Don't hide. It's beautiful." I compliment her, parting her legs and leaning down. I gently kiss her again and move to her neck. I feel my lips twitch to a smirk when I see the mark I had left on her neck months ago still lying there, perfectly and proudly saying that the Princess belongs to me, and I still can't believe it. How can someone like the Princess be mine? I suck on the mark, and she slowly moans. Even her
|Princess Zoey’s Point Of View|My relaxing time ends as soon as I return to the palace after visiting Micah's parents.Arriving at the palace, Micah complains about getting a penalty from his commander for not following the schedule as he has missed one day and straightaway goes for his training sessions.As he gets busy with his training as a soldier, I engage myself with my work. After getting permission from my father, I hold a court meeting which (surprisingly) all the Dukes attend. I firsthand assumed most wouldn't even bother to be there.I take the throne that is next to my father's, one step below. My eyes skim over the attendees, and one of the footmen hands me the scrolls that I need for the meeting. I address everyone and say that the purpose of the meeting is to announce that I will nominate myself to be the next Queen.Whispers spread in the hall, and I raise my hand to silence them. I speak about my plans and proposals. Then I finally ask who are willing to work with me
|Micah’s Point Of View| Right now, in the Drawing room, sitting in front of me is the Queen of my kingdom with no one else but she, her and I ─ the Queen, my Princess and I. My Princess? Yes, of course. My Princess. Who else's... I watch as the Queen pours tea, nervousness gobbling me whole, and Princess next to me doesn't look good either. I bet she already knows that this conversation means no good. The Queen hands over a tea to Princess, and I wait till she makes one for herself, obviously not making me one as I am just a- Okay, she hands me one too, which I gracefully take with shaky hands, trying my best not to spill the golden colour liquid. "It's nice to see you holding a sword once again, Zoey. How long has it been since you stopped your practices?" she asks the Princess. I feel relieved that she sounds all calm and serene... not serious-like. "It's been a while... I think since Patrick- Prince Patrick came into the picture." Princess wears a cute frown and shakes her hea
|Princess Zoey’s Point Of View| Baby “Alice” was four years old when I was in labour, having my second daughter, who we named “Caroline”. Alice cried for days saying that she didn't want to share her parents with another person. But after a few days, when we let her see the little baby, she fell in love immediately. Taking care of two kids, along with doing my work, became really hard. So Pamela had to look after the two Princesses all the time. Meanwhile, Micah worked hard as a section leader after getting promoted twice. One year after, I got Crowned as the Queen of my kingdom, creating history as the first female omega to hold the throne. The same year, there was a minor rebel in a district that Micah calmed down with his fellow colleagues. He managed it so well that I promoted him from Section Leader to Section Commander. ~.~ "No more kids. Look at this stomach." I poke at my stomach in front of the mirror. "You look cuter now," Micah says. He gets down from the bed and walk
|Micah’s Point Of View|"My daughter is not pregnant by a peasant. It's a joke. It's a nightmare. It's a lie. You are lying! Right?" Princess's father asks me."I- I am not lying, your highness," I reply timidly, afraid I might piss him off."Oh my god!" Princess's mother gasps dramatically and falls onto her chair. "Our daughter is giving us a grandchild? I am so excited. Let me go see Zoey right now." she stands up and literally runs out of the hall to see Zoey.These two are so dramatic..."You are done." the King glares at me. "How could you impregnate my daughter!? How dare you?" he asks me.He makes no sense. I love his daughter, and one thing led to another and-He sighs and sits on his throne.Then, "You win." he says."Huh?""You win. You've got my daughter.""Your Highness. There was never a competition between you and me. I know I did wrong to the royal family and to the entire kingdom. I am wrong, but I dearly love your daughter. So please don't think I am your opponent. B
|Princess Zoey’s Point Of View| A few weeks passed after my birthday celebrations, and everyone was preparing for my coronation. I was in a good mood the whole day, but some rumours made me feel nostalgic and moody. So while in my bath, I splash around the water in frustration. I hear footsteps after a while, and Micah walks inside. "So? What did you find out?" I ask. "It turns out the rumours aren't just rumours. Viscountess Tessa has given birth to a child downtown before death, and the father is a peasant. Other details are unknown to us." he reports to me. "Oh my goodness." I cry out. "What did her parents say?" "They were unaware of the pregnancy." "That means... she left the kingdom a few months back when she got pregnant. She gave birth to her child secretly. Then came back and..." I ponder. "Yeah... Her highness assumes she kept it a secret because the father is a peasant." I stand up in my bathtub, "Micah, we must find out where her baby is! That's the least we can do
|Princess Zoey’s Point Of View| Duchess WInter got convicted of treason and was to be executed. But I stopped my father from doing so and banished him to Kingdom Neopatras. While that, Prince Patrick forgave her and took her in. The last time I heard... Neopatras was in chaos because of the news that the Crowned Prince was in love with a criminal. I sip on my soup as I glance at my parents. I look at Micah to find him silently chewing on some bread. Even his breathing is extremely silent. Well, it's not like I am any different. I am extra careful with my actions because I know my parents didn't call us here for no reason. They probably have something important to talk about. Either about what happened or about the future of the kingdom. "Now we got to talk." my father breaks the ice. I feel a chill down my spine. I am not sure why I am feeling scared. I hope it isn't anything bad. "A-about?" I ask as if I am clueless. "A few things." he clears his throat. "About everything." he
|Princess Zoey’s Point Of View| I take quick breaths as I sit on a step and keep my sword aside. I clasp my hands together and stretch upwards to relieve the pain after practising sword art with Micah for the third time this week. I lean against the wall and look up at the sky. The clouds move faster as it is windy today. I take a deep breath and feel the fresh wind running through my nostrils. A peaceful palace is the best. And it feels rather strange to have this much peace after what happened two months ago. It took me one week to wake up after being assaulted by Duke Tyler. When I did, I had no physical strength, and my whole lower half was purple. Still, the scar hasn't left. When I heard that we'd defeated the enemy, I couldn't be happier. My father asked me to take some rest, and he dealt with punishing the ones who were responsible for the treason. Well... almost all were killed by us. But still, their families got banished and executed. Then the alive ones got imprisoned, i
|Princess Zoey’s Point Of View| Just then, I hear a whizzing sound in the air. I assume it's Micah, but it comes from a balcony. Baron sky gets hit on his neck and falls to the ground dead. We look at the balcony, only to find my maid, Pamela holding a bow and smiling at her victory. "Aarh!" Duke Tyler yells in anger. "Winter, kill that wench for the better!" he orders Duchess Winter. Trust me when I say it's the most painful thing to witness. My best friend looks at me in guilt. Then she bows her head to my enemy and takes his order. She sprints toward the stairway, and my eyes widen as I look back at Pamela. She looks frightened. "Pam! Run! Run!! Fast! Go!" I yell while blocking another sword slash. I see that Pamela’s shaken by fear and frozen right where she is. And I see my best friend running toward her with her sword. That sight makes my anger take the best out of me. "Winter you betraying piece of shit!!" I scream till my throat hurts. Then I grab my hidden knife from my
|Princess Zoey’s Point Of View| Winter! What is she doing with my enemies? She walks toward us, and under my watchful eyes, she joins the enemy group. My sword freezes in mid-air as I stare at her in disbelief. Duke Tyler sees my expression and laughs aloud. "Isn't it surprising little Princess? I told you already you are so naive. Winter has been on my side since the beginning. And she worked to lure you-" "He's lying!" Winter yells. "I- I did everything because of my f-father," she says. I clench my sword's grip and continue staring at her. As her eyes meet mine, I remember how she entered my chambers to talk with me today as if she cared. What is this? I don't understand. I want an explanation. If she was always on my enemies' side, why did she bother to help me? Why did she go through all that for me? And she's wearing that colour as well- "Did you kill the Viscountess?" I ask the question that struck my mind the moment I saw her hat. She looks down and doesn't answer. Ins
|Princess Zoey’s Point Of View| (ps. I've used a Historical K-drama palace structure in the story) Nothing happens during the meeting, and the tension seems to get lighter with time. The meeting gets over, and I walk past all the officers(noblemen) to leave the hall. I look at each of them... wondering how many are expecting to kill me, how many are rooting for the revealed treason. For a fact, I know I can't trust any of them. And if a Queen can't trust his fellow officials, it's a damn failure right there. I really wish I could know their thoughts. But I am no mind reader. I walk out of the hall and meet the rest of the guards, including Micah. I give him a short smile, and we walk to the right in the corridor. Suddenly, just after a few seconds, I hear whizzing sounds in the air, and when I turn back, I find the three soldiers that followed me lying dead on the ground with arrows in their chests and stomachs. Another arrow has hit the wall next to the corridor, inches away fro
|Princess Zoey’s Point Of View| I look down at Micah with wide eyes. He drops his sword and keeps his palms on the ground. "I know I have... ruined all the plans and put many lives at stake. I admit I am at fault, and I will take all responsibility. I believe there's still a chance- a chance we can get help and mend this. I will- gladly leave if it means Princess's life won't be in danger." he says. "What the hell are you saying?!" I ask Micah who's a shithead! I get down in front of him and shake him by his shoulders. I want to bring him back to his senses and say that he won't leave me, no matter what. "Come back to your damn senses, idiot!" Father leaves amid all that, and tears stream down Micah's eyes. "I just- realised I've a-always been the reason for all this, y-your highness." he pulls me into a hug and cries out. I've never seen him this way that I feel my heart aching at the sight, and I embrace him. "Are you giving up on me?" I ask. I feel him shake his head. "Then